But the Comcast tech-support staff may be, when I get finished with them. Yes, folks, we finally got our cable fixed. But in the great tradition of, well, me and Comcast High-Speed Internet, that…isn’t fixed. In fact, it’s totally screwed, and I simply cannot face another call to the tech staff, so I can say YES I reset the modem and YES I checked the connections and YES YES YES I know it isn’t a problem in the rest of the neighborhood and yes i said yes i will yes.
Also, I’ve been traveling.
Regular readers know my two Big Fears (as opposed to the ones everyone has — death of children, etc.). They are? Heights and falling. So where did I go last week with Kate and her friend Sophia? Cedar Point! I conquered my fear on a couple of wussy rides, but my knuckles are still white and I repeated “don’t panic” like a mantra. Needless to say, I didn’t try the Top Thrill Dragster, a ride that threatens my bladder control just looking at it. The night previous to our arrival, the dragster failed to crest the hill — click on the link, you’ll get the idea — and sped back into the station in reverse. As my friend Mike Harden says, only in an amusement park do we pay through the nose for an experience that, were it to happen outside the gates, would be the basis for a sizable lawsuite.
Big frustration of Panerablogging — not once but twice in the last week, people I know personally were featured in the New York Times, and for some reason I can’t summon the pages for either. Sorry, Laura Lippman. Sorry, Zach Klein. I drop your names just the same.
And I’m off to do battle with Comcast. Photos later.